FUCK YOUR DIRTY ASIAN ASS YOU LITTLE UNGRATEFUL BITCH. HUR HUR HUR YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT
I always try to do the right thing by him, and always let him have the best ones of everything, and am so considerate. He repays me by constantly calling me stupid, and ignoring my questions and grabbing the biggest piece selfishly. I have waited so long for him to grow mature and start respecting me and start being selfless, generous, and considerate. He is really a super late bloomer, or he is just dumb in the head and dead in the heart. I give up waiting for him. He can go to hell for all I care. Ungrateful prick.
Who am I trying to fool? If it’s myself, it’s certainly not working. I wish there was some way that I could just start over. Just erase all my years from the moment I entered middle school, and start over. There would be so much that I would change. My habits, my friends, my thoughts. So much. I wonder if I worked harder in middle school instead of watching TV every afternoon for 2 hours, if I could be getting A’s right now in all my classes, if I would be struggling with precalc and chem as much right now. If it would change all that, I would change what I did in those years. I want to so badly. I want to be a different person so badly. To be in a different situation. I wonder what would happen to me, what I would do if I wasn’t born into such a privileged community, such an advanced city. What would I be like today if I was born in Texas? In the slums of China? Of course that would not be the ideal situation, but I am insanely curious.
- travel to england, spain, germany, mexico, brazil, guatemala, russia, israel.
- develop wholly love for alcohol and caffeine.
- fall in love with an intelligent, sophisticated, strong, handsome, loving man. marry him. raise a family with him.
- don’t disappoint my parents, or myself.
- achieve a toned, muscular, healthy body.
- acquire a large selection of books and dvds.
- help people. be compassionate. be generous.
- buy all the clothes I want, not what is in style.
- laugh. a lot.
I was too late to save my friend from death
Some robbers took his money and his shoes
His shoelaces were used to string his neck
The robbers pulled the string till he couldn’t move.
His body limp and lifeless loosely hung
They made sure to squeeze all life out of him
Dead flied around his head, sad songs they sung
Mice scurrying to tear him limb from limb
The robbers had long fled to spend their prize
They spent it on twelve dozen pints of bud
A worthy buy of such a kill that size
Now they have quite enough for a whole year
I don’t know why I wasn’t at the lair
Well, anyways, he’s now in heaven’s care.
